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This is the second thread that Mocky has given you shit in, FPS King. Did you fuck his sister or steal his Star Wars legos or something?

unfortunately i have to admit there that my favorite quotes from Fight Club are all the "you are not your job" and similar quotes. "The things you own end up owning you," for example; these seem to be quoted the most, and are along the more simple and short lines in the book/movie, but damn they are so true and the simplicity makes it easy to take them and apply them to your own situation.

Its the simple stuff like that, which make Chuck such a brilliant writer, I havent seen anyone else come up with anything better so far.

In other forums and stuff I have had people that act like 12 year olds and act like ass holes but I thought forums about Books would be different. I thought people would be a little more mature about opinions and things like that but obviously mocky has alot of growing up to do, I am surprised that he had enough intelligence to read fight club.

Its the simple stuff like that, which make Chuck such a brilliant writer, I havent seen anyone else come up with anything better so far.

In other forums and stuff I have had people that act like 12 year olds and act like ass holes but I thought forums about Books would be different. I thought people would be a little more mature about opinions and things like that but obviously mocky has alot of growing up to do, I am surprised that he had enough intelligence to read fight club.

to be honest there is very little of that kind of behavior here. i've been here a while, over a year, and have stuff around because of the lack of flaming and morons (that's one of many reasons anyway). i also don't recall ever seeing MockyMockins giving anybody such a hard time; maybe he's in a bad mood or you struck a sensitive nerve of his or something. stick around, though, i doubt you'll get this much shit from anybody else, ever.

This is the second thread that Mocky has given you shit in, FPS King. Did you fuck his sister or steal his Star Wars legos or something?

unfortunately i have to admit there that my favorite quotes from Fight Club are all the "you are not your job" and similar quotes. "The things you own end up owning you," for example; these seem to be quoted the most, and are along the more simple and short lines in the book/movie, but damn they are so true and the simplicity makes it easy to take them and apply them to your own situation.

Its the simple stuff like that, which make Chuck such a brilliant writer, I havent seen anyone else come up with anything better so far.

In other forums and stuff I have had people that act like 12 year olds and act like ass holes but I thought forums about Books would be different. I thought people would be a little more mature about opinions and things like that but obviously mocky has alot of growing up to do, I am surprised that he had enough intelligence to read fight club.

Attacking maturity or intelligence is old my brother. It will have no effect on anyone.

And I say again, I am sorry. it was early in the morning, or late at night and i Needed something to be mad at.

Here are some of my favorite Fight Club quotes. I'm not sure if people have already listed them, but here they are
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

AND MY MOST FAVORITE FIGHT CLUB QUOTE:
We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. Chuck Palahniuk

if our fathers are our models for god,and our fathers bail. what does that tell you about god? you have to consider the possibilty that god does not like you,he never wanted you and all probabilty he hates you!

Perhaps, my favourite as well. That's the great thing about this book - so many great one-liners, eh?!:cool:

"Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When I pass people in the hall at work, I get totally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE."

"Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need Him. Fuck damnation, man, fuck redemption! If we are God's unwanted children, so be it!" - Tyler Durden

That's hard because it changes in every mood. Right now, maybe
"I got in everyone's hostile little face. Yes, these are bruises from fighting. Yes, I'm comfortable with that. I am enlightened."

" In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway."

"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
But that's from the movie.

"remember this, the people you're trying to step on, we're everyone you depend on. we're the people who do your laundry and cook your food and serve your dinner. we make your bed. we guard you while you're asleep. we drive the ambulances. we direct your call. we are cooks and taxi drivers and we know everything about you. we process your insurance claims and credit card charges. we control every part of your life. we are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. and we're just learning this fact.. so don't fuck with us" - tyler

Tyler Gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.

With a gun stuck in your mouth and the barrel of a gun between your teeth, you can only talk in vowels.

Normal times, I'd be sporting an erafction. Our Chloe, however, is a skeleton dipped in yellow wax.

We've lost cabin pressure.

On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct. The people I know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue.

Modern bombs don't tick. But a suitcase that vibrates, the baggage handlers, the Throwers, have to call the police.

You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.

You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick.

The first rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club. I tell Walter I fell.

I just don't want to die without a few scars, I say.

Who I am in fight club is not someone my boss knows.

You aren't alive anywhere like you're alive at fight club.... Fight club isn't about winning or losing fights. Fight club isn't about words. You see a guy come to fight club for the first time, and his ass is a loaf of white bread. You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything. There's grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isn't about looking good. There's hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up Sunday afternoon you feel saved.

There's nothing personal about who you fight in fight club. You fight to fight.

One morning, there's a dead jellyfish of a used condom floating in the toilet. This is how Tyler meets Marla.

Marla said she wanted to have Tyler's abortion.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones fly away. The queen is their slave.

"Sticking feathers up your butt," Tyler says, "does not make you a chicken."

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

"It's only after you've lost everything," Tyler says, "that you're free to do anything."

A tiger can smile. A snake will say it loves you. Lies make us evil.

I wanted to burn the Louvre. I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a sledgehammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. This is my world, now. This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead.

"Recycling and speed limits are bullshit," Tyler said. "They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed."

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

...you're not how much money you've got in the bank. You're not your job. You're not your family, and you're not who you tell yourself.... You're not your name.... You're not your problems.... You're not your age.... You are not your hopes.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

We don't have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.

We have to show these men and women freedom by enslaving them, and show them courage by frightening them.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

Only in death are we no longer part of Project Mayhem.

I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.

We're the middle children of history.... no purpose or place. We have no Great War, no Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.

You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

It's getting exciting now, 2 and 1/2. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

First person that comes out this fucking door gets a... gets a lead salad, you understand?

All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.

Richard Chesler: Is that your blood?

Narrator: Some of it, yeah.

Tyler Durden: Where'd you go psycho boy?

Narrator: I felt like destroying something beautiful.

Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.

The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells Stop!, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.

God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.

Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

Narrator: There's always that.

I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.

Fuck what you know. You need to forget about what you know, that's your problem. Forget about what you think you know about life, about friendship, and especially about you and me.

I am Jack's broken heart.

Is Tyler my bad dream? Or am I Tyler's?

Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip.

A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.

Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.

You had to give it to him: he had a plan. And it started to make sense, in a Tyler sort of way. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

His name is Robert Paulson.

Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction...

You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat. It's not a goddamn seminar. Stop trying to control everything and just let go!

Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.

WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!

Hi. You're going to call off your rigorous investigation. You're going to publicly state that there is no underground group. Or... these guys are going to take your balls. They're going to send one to the New York Times, one to the LA Times press-release style. Look, the people you are after are the people you depend on. We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us.

This chick Marla singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla... the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly I felt nothing. I couldn't cry, so once again I couldn't sleep.

Listen. I tried Tyler. I really tried. There are things about you that I like, you're smart, you're funny, you're spectacular in bed. But you are intolerable. You have serious emotional problems, deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help.

I wasn't really dying. I wasn't host to cancer or parasites. I was the warm little center that the life of this world crowded around.

Most of the week we were Ozzie and Harriet, but every Saturday night we were finding something out: we were finding out more and more that we were not alone. It used to be that when I came home angry and depressed I'd just clean my condo, polish my Scandinavian furniture. I should have been looking for a new condo. I should have been haggling with my insurance company. I should have been upset about my nice, neat, flaming little shit. But I wasn't.

We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.

When deep space exploration ramps up, it'll be the corporations that name everything, the IBM Stellar Sphere, the Microsoft Galaxy, Planet Starbucks.

Tyler's not here. Tyler went away. Tyler's gone.

Narrator: You're fucking Marla, Tyler.

Tyler Durden: Uh, technically, you're fucking Marla, but it's all the same to her.

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We're the middle children of history, we have no special purpose or place, and unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Burn the museums, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way, at least God will know your name.

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler.

Here are some of my favourites that I haven't seen posted by anybody else...

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom - Chapter 2

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? - Chapter 3

Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete. - Ch5

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born. - Chapter 16

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile - Ch17

"I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, 'No that's not right.'
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything."

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